"Really… It's fine," Mrs. Ambrose spoke, her voice as gentle as the windchimes, "When I was young, your grandparents were always on the edge around me."
''Even if I bumped my toe somewhere, my entire foot would turn bruise. Your grandma was more faint hearted so she would cry."
Not getting a response from her daughter, Mrs. Ambrose continued, "After a few such incidents, I tried to hide my wounds from them, to not cause them trouble…"
"You don't have to do it anymore," Ruby looked up, "I am not fainthearted as them, Mom. I can share your pain."
Mrs. Ambrose stiffened, ''Ruby, what…"
"What was it this time?" Ruby sat straight, her face cold.
Mrs. Ambrose remained silent for a long time.
But when Ruby's gaze did not waver, the woman finally opened her mouth, "He found your father's picture in an old diary..."
A chuckle slipped past Ruby's mouth.
